Forget Me Not || HIATUS

Chapter 11 - My boy

Tristan

Bright beams of morning sunshine filtered through the blinds, illuminating the room in a warm glow. I felt Sushan stir at my side, wrapping his arms around my torso, pulling me into him. I reciprocated, placing a small kiss on his forehead, he smiled against my chest.

"I love you." I whispered into his hair, stroking the silky soft strands as I spoke. "You're the best thing that has happened to me." I pressed my lips to his forehead once more. And then another, and another and the I proceeded to shower him in kisses. He giggled, looking up at me in adoration.

"I love you too." He breathed, pulling me in for a proper kiss this time. The passion that exuded from our contact reminded me of last night's heat. My cheeks blazed bright red at the memories, I nuzzled my nose into his neck.

He tugged me away gently, extricating himself from my grip. He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, still uncovered, yet he seemed unbothered.

His adorable sleepy expression made my heart melt like butter. His hair was tousled from a night's sleep and his neck was patterned with little bruises. I let my eyes trail down further, noticing more and more marks the lower I looked. I really did not hold back. I turned away, embarrassed at how carried away I got yesterday. A soft chuckle escaped the brunet's lips.

"Don't be ashamed, it was perfect." He cooed, putting on a pair of simple pyjamas and slipping into his fluffy slippers. I blushed harder at the statement. Suddenly, I realised that if I was sore, how was Sushan? I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"How... how are you feeling?" I said timidly, a flustered tremble tarnishing my voice. He laughed, turning his face away as his cheeks shone bright crimson.

"A little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle." He answered, heading for the door. "Anyway, come and have some breakfast, you seems hungry."

I nodded and got up, noticing all of the clothes strewn over the bedroom floor. I looked down and came to the realisation that I to -- just like my boyfriend previously was -- am naked. I unfortunately had nothing else to wear.

"Um, babe? Can I borrow some clothes?" I called, I was met with a cheerful yes and got to work selecting something to wear.

I finally emerged to see Sushan frying us some eggs for breakfast, the delicious smells wafted throughout the house, bringing a nostalgic smile to my face. I was reminded of the times when my mother would cook for me and Lola in the mornings before school. Now, she works the night shift at the local hospital. I don't see her much anymore, when I leave for school, she's tucking into bed, when I come back from school, she's leaving for work. Her insane schedule makes it so that our paths barely cross.

I sidled up to Sushan and wrapped my arms around his delicate waist. He chuckled, sliding his hand onto mine, I placed my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and relishing this precious moment.

"This smells great baby~" I murmured, nuzzling his neck gently. I pulled away, and offered to lay the table for us, he nodded.

"That'd be lovely, thank you." He said, kissing my cheek.

I lay the table and got out some orange jus and buttered the toast. For the first time this morning, I checked the time. 11:53 am, the clock read. Huh this is more of a brunch than breakfast, I noted.

We finished up our food and settled down on the sofa in front of our favourite series: Q-Force. An opened packet of salt and vinegar crisps was laid out on the coffee table, alongside two mugs of tea.

Sushan placed his head on my chest and sling an arm around my torso. In turn, I lay my hand in his hair, playing with his locks gently. He looked up at me smiling, affection beaming from his expression. There was a loving shine in his eyes, which made my heart skip a beat. I grinned back at him, mirroring his love.

"I love you baby." I cooed, kissing his cool forehead. His smile grew wider.

"I love you too." He whispered.

"Actually, I don't love you." I announced suddenly. He raised his head up, frowning.

"I adore you." I continued, wiping the frown from his face, replacing it with mock outrage as he tapped my chest playfully.

"You absolute tease!" He giggled, I laughed along with him. He's adorable in every way.

He's perfect, and he's mine.

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Chade

My insomnia has only gotten worse these past four days, I used to only have bouts when I'm stressed. But now, I haven't had an adequate nights sleep for three whole days since the incident. My entire body feels drained, my mind devoid of any emotion except for rage.

I hate her.

I hate her for what she has done to me, for what she could still do to me. I despise her wholeheartedly. My muscles tense up at any mention of her. Luckily, we don't share any classes so I've been able to avoid her at school, staying close to Tristan and his boyfriend. Sushan doesn't seem jealous in the slightest. Not that I'm a threat to their relationship, as a straight man in a currently failing relationship.

I groaned, rolling over restlessly in my bed. I threw the covers off, too hot. A mere few seconds later, I threw them back on, too cold.

Frustrated, I screamed into my pillow, muffling the sound as to not disturb anyone. I felt my eyes grow in moisture as I remembered the traumatic ride. Now I have one more reason to hate carnaval rides and rollercoasters.

I groaned, rolling over onto my back, letting the tears fall in earnest as quiet sobs escaped me. I feel so small, so useless, so tired.

I sighed, refusing to let my anger take over. The moment kept replaying in my head: her hand, gripping me firmly, groping me in ways I didn't consent to. I shut my eyes, pressing them in with my fists until all I saw was white.

Tristan's smiling face appeared suddenly, I heard him comfort me in a soothing voice.

It's okay, all will be okay, the vision said.

As if in a trance, my eyelids grew heavy as sleep creeped its way around the corner. Tristan's image had managed to calm me, allowing me to finally give into sleep.

And yet, it still left me with one harrowing question: why am I thinking of you?

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Thoughts?